SANTIAGO
There’s nothing I love more than this beautiful, innocent soul, who owns every part of me. Body, heart, and soul. I exist for her.
With her body crushed beneath mine, I slowly push against her opening, wanting to savor every single inch as I claim her.
She’s tight as fuck, and I pull back. Keeping my thrusts short to make more of her slick arousal coat me, I try to push inside her again.
Her cheeks flush pink, and her breaths come faster over her parted lips.
All my attention is on her with laser focus, and I watch for the slightest indication that she’s in pain. When I push a little harder, her pussy wraps around the head of my cock, and I freeze so I don’t just slam into her.
“You good?” I ask to make sure I’m not hurting her, my voice fucking hoarse from the self-restraint it’s taking to keep still.
She nods, then swivels her fucking hips, almost stripping me of my control. “Jesucristo, don’t do that,” I grind the words out between clenched teeth. “I only have so much restraint.”
She fucking does it again, and moans, “Just go fast.”
I close my eyes, my body trembling from the effort it’s taking to keep still.
“Please, Santiago,” she begs.
She fucking begs.
Opening my eyes, I growl, “You’re seriously killing me right now.”
“I think it will be best if you just go fast. Like ripping off a Band-Aid.”
Ciara wraps her legs around me, then lifts her ass, and I’m stripped of any semblance of self-control I have left. I thrust hard, forcing my cock deep inside her. The pleasure is instant and so fucking intoxicating, my body shudders while a groan rumbles from my chest.
Pure fucking perfection.
Ciara presses her face into my neck, her breaths bursting over my skin.
“Are you okay, mi amor?”
She nods, but keeps her face hidden against my neck. I pull back, and when I see the unshed tears in her eyes, I start to pull out.
“No!” She quickly shakes her head, locking her legs as tight as she can around me, and it has me freezing again. “I can handle the pain. Don’t stop. Please.”
As I look into her shimmering eyes, her innocent light shines so brightly, it chases the darkness that first took hold of me when my family was massacred and thereafter accumulated with every kill.
Ciara brings her hands to my jaw and peppers kisses to my mouth. “Please. I want this so much, I’ll die if you stop.”
I slowly push the last inch inside her, and my cock feels fucking oversensitive already. I watch her face closely as I pull out before sinking back inside her.
Holy fuck, nothing has ever felt as good as her tight walls gripping me. I’m so consumed with her, nothing else matters.
My hips begin to move, and I fill her with slow thrusts until her eyes dilate and she lifts her hips again.
Her skin against mine, the heat from her body, the tight feel of her wrapped around my cock, it all becomes too much, and I slam into her.
A fucking moan escapes her, and it has me pulling my arm free from beneath her and gripping her hair, my other hand grabbing her hip. With a tight hold on Ciara, I begin to hammer into her, and it feels like I’ve arrived at the gates of heaven.
Mine. She’s all fucking mine.
The sound of our skin slapping and our rushed breaths fills the room, and it only makes me take her harder.
Ciara’s body strains beneath mine, her hips swiveling, then moans and whimpers begin to spill from her. I crush my mouth to hers, drinking in every sound she makes as I brand her with my cock.
She starts to sob into my mouth, and I feel her pussy gripping my cock like a fucking vise.
“Fuck,” I hiss, my body jerking from the blast of pleasure she sends through me. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
Her hands slide to my shoulders, and her head tilts back as she lets out a hoarse cry that I feel in my fucking soul.
I hold her even tighter, unable to be careful of hurting her as I lose my fucking mind, burying my cock with brutal thrusts inside her.
With the sight of Ciara orgasming, I fuck her senseless, then my orgasm rips the air from my lungs and it strips me of all my strength.
“Christ,” I groan as my body forces hers into the bed. I somehow manage to wrap my arms around her as every muscle in my body tenses, the pleasure stripping me bare.
I keep filling her until the last drop is drained from me. When my body finally stills against hers, the sound of us gasping for air is all I hear.
Well, that and my heart thundering in my chest.
I can’t move for a few minutes, but the moment I have enough strength, I lift my head and say, “Jesus, that was intense.” When I look at her face and see the tears rolling over her temples, I ask, “Are you okay?”
She nods, then her breath hitches. “It was…It was…”
“I know,” I whisper. I press a kiss to her temple, catching a tear with my lips. “Trust me, I know.”
As I hold her, echoes of pleasure still spasm through my body, and my heart is so full there’s isn’t space in it for anything else.
“It was perfect,” she finally gets the words out.
I pepper her face and neck with kisses while giving her time to process that I just took her virginity. I’m filled with awe as I realize I’m the only man who will ever be inside her.
I crush my mouth to hers and kiss her until we’re both breathless again.
When I pull back and move down into a kneeling position between her thighs, I pull out of her and look at the red tinge covering my cock.
“Your virginity looks good on me, mi amor.”
She lets out a burst of laughter, covering her face with her hands. I lean over her again, and pulling them away, I grin down at her.
“How did it feel to have my cock inside you?”
Her cheeks turn bright red, and I get way too much pleasure out of her reaction.
“It felt really good.”
I tilt my head and narrow my eyes at her while muttering, “Good.”
“Incredible,” she quickly rectifies, then she pouts. “It’s a little hard to think right now.”
A smile splits over my face. “Did I fuck you senseless?”
She lets out another burst of laughter, and pushing her body up against mine, she actually tries to wrestle me onto my back.
“Cute,” I chuckle before relenting and rolling over for her.
Ciara crawls onto my lap and rubs her hands up and down my chest. Then she scoots up, and feeling the mixture of our releases coating her pussy and inner thighs, it has me turning hard in a split second.
She gyrates her hips, pushing down on me, and my eyes almost roll into the back of my head. I grab hold of her hips, pulling her down harder on me as I thrust up.
“Can you handle me again so soon?” I ask, my voice gravelly with the relentless need she makes feel.
She rubs her clit over me while nodding. “Yes.” Then she leans forward and presses a kiss to my chest. “I want you inside me all night.”
“Don’t tempt me,” I warn her. “I’ll sleep buried inside you.”
Her head pops up, and seeing that she really likes that idea, I pat her hip. “Let’s get cleaned up so I can give you what you want.”
Ciara crawls off me, and I get up, following her sexy ass to the bathroom.
I grab a washcloth, and while I switch on the faucet and wait for the water to warm, I watch as Ciara tiptoes behind me, clearly needing the toilet.
Turning off the faucet, I walk back to the room, saying, “Let me know when you’re done.”
I pull the door shut, giving her privacy, and a minute later, I hear her call, “I’m done.”
When I walk in, she opens the faucet again and washes her hands. I quickly wet the washcloth and squeeze out the excess water before pausing to ask, “Will you be okay if I cleaned you, or is that a trigger for you?”
Her sky-blue eyes lift to mine, and with no hesitancy at all, she says, “You can do it.”
I move closer and place my free hand against her cheek before glancing down between us. Gently wiping the cloth over her, I say, “Thank you for trusting me, mi pequeño sol.”
When I’m done, I rinse the washcloth under warm water before taking care of myself, then I give her a kiss and say, “Get your sexy ass in bed.”
I follow her back into the bedroom and wait for her to climb onto the mattress before I crawl over her.
A happy smile tugs at her mouth, making my chest fill with all the love I feel for her.
Lying on my side, I pull her against my body. I position her leg over my hip, then take hold of my hard as fuck cock and position myself at her entrance.
Just like earlier, I have to rock slowly until her arousal coats me before I can slowly push inside her.
Whatever you do, don’t lose control and fuck her.
Once I’m buried to the hilt, I wrap my arms around her and crush her to my chest.
This is going to be some serious next-level torture, but what my woman wants, she gets.
I close my eyes and try to level out my breathing, but feeling her tightly wrapped around me makes my body start to tremble.
Focus.
Ciara moves, lifting her leg a little higher, and I feel her breaths bursting over my chest. Then she brings her hand to my side and trails her fingers down to my ass.
“You are such a fucking temptress,” I grumble.
Her body shakes as she silently chuckles.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” I growl.
Tilting her head back, she nods, then she pushes against my chest, and I roll onto my back.
“My poor baby,” she whispers, her tone filled with so much love and laughter, it makes my heart clench in my chest. “Let me take care of you.”
Yes. Fucking. Please.
She begins to move up and down, and I get a fucking amazing view of her pussy taking my cock.
I brush my hand up her legs, which are braced on either side of my hips, then I grip hold of her hips and we find a perfect rhythm, as if our bodies have always known each other.
She feels so good on top of me, I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, thrusting harder and harder inside her.
Fuck that. There will be no sleeping done tonight. I’m going to fuck her until the sun rises.
